Tutti Fruiti Jazz Notes


down the stairs down the steps

go even lower into the crowd

bang! there it is…waiting, proud, not a frown

the music, the soul, what you came for

then in flash onto another number

Club Here (the sign says) -so you do

loud band jazz beat, warm beer, perfume and sweat

dance floor shakes, jolts the clattery spider out there twisting slow

in the wash room you wash your face and look in the mirror

and ask your self “God, where has the time went?”

leaving Club Here with thoughts of the night

and the coming early dawn


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s